You Rejected Me Remember Cassandra Novels & Stories

he snarled at me, his face straight. “Then go ahead and reject me “I replied, my voice hoarse, my gaze forward as I kept my expression blank. “Alright if you are so eager to taste your own pain,” he leaned closer with his wrist, raising his palm against mine, his tone cold and merciless. I was done bearing the humiliation and all I wanted now was to live for myself. The mate bond appeared shining brightly encircling both of us like a chain. “ In the name of the Moon goddess, I, Isabella Beau, accept your rejection, Cassian, “ I declared my eyes filled with hatred and disgust

I accepted before he’d finished speaking, the words out of my mouth before I’d even weighed what they cost me. “I lost the right to demand anything the day I rejected her,” I said quietly. Cassian studied my face for a long moment, searching for the performance he’d clearly expected to find there, some crack in the sincerity he could point to and dismiss. He didn’t find one. I watched him believe me for the first time since I’d set foot in Silvercrest, something in his posture easing just slightly beside me. ⸻ A messenger came sprinting down the corridor before either of us could say more, a sealed black envelope gripped tight in one hand, his boots skidding on stone in his hurry to reach us

"Where's your ring? Oh, yeah... divorced. Rhett sent me a wedding invitation." My teeth clench. It's not even been twenty-four hours since I signed the divorce papers, and he's already sending out wedding invitations? "It's none of your business," I grit out. "The fucker doesn't deserve you after all." I scoff at his words, my eyes narrowing as I meet his. "I, Cassandra McCarthy, reject you, Alpha Cassian, as my fated mate," I say, taking a step back, my hip throbbing with the movement. His jaw tightens. His eyes narrow just slightly, sweeping over me as though he's recalculating an equation that has refused to balance the way he expected.

A couple of hours later. Gregg returned to Brightwood city and came to the Aldridge mansion instead of going to his own home. Cassandra didn’t get up from the couch, but she greeted him with a smile, “How did it go?” Gregg sat down and rested his head back on the couch. “I asked you a question.” “No.” “Who rejected? You? Or her?” “Obviously, it’s me,” Gregg said. “She’s a whole mental package. The man she wants can’t be found anywhere on earth.”

Maybe Cassandra should give her another card. Cassandra's face darkened again. She felt that something was strange. it is impossible for both cards to be rejected by the machine. "Try them all!" told Cassandra to take out all the cards in her wallet. Honestly at this moment Cassandra felt very humiliated. The debit card withdrawal machine rejected the card successively. both cards are black card types and it is impossible for the money to run out. Out of curiosity, Cassandra took out all the cards she had. She wanted to know where he went wrong.

Turns out that it brought a bucketful of hassles. “This is so tedious,” Larissa said. “I don’t know what you’re moaning about,” snapped a middle-aged woman standing in front of us whose bulk suggested she was a bear shifter. “Everyone keeps homing in on you. After you reject them, they drive off in a huff and don’t bother asking if we want a job.”

Beside him stood Julian, his Beta and closest friend, his face a mask of neutrality. I swallowed, forcing myself to take a step forward. Then Cassius spoke. “I, Cassius Blackwood, reject Lorien Vale as my mate.” The world tilted beneath me. For a moment, I thought I had imagined it, that my mind was playing some cruel trick on me. But then, as the words settled, a stunned silence fell over the crowd. Cassius’s gaze swept over the gathered wolves, his expression void of any emotion. And then, as if rejection alone wasn’t enough, he added,

Anderson but Cass's name still come up randomly as a means to taunt her. Cass sat at her desk, frustration etched on her face as she scrolled through yet another rejection email from a potential employer. It had been weeks since she started applying for jobs, hoping to find a new opportunity after the devastating turn of events in her career. But no matter how many applications she sent, the responses remained the same: "We regret to inform you that we have chosen a more suitable candidate." She let out a sigh, leaning back in her chair. Scar walked into the room, concern evident in her eyes. She could see the toll that constant rejection was taking on Cass.

"Fuck!" Cassandra cursed out loud as soon as she got into her bedroom, she threw her bag on her bed and walked towards the open window, her eyes fixed on the busy road before her. She still couldn't believe that Dennis rejected her invitation, this is something that has never happened to her knowing how it took her so much consideration in her heart to stoop so low just to do something this ridiculous. She began to pace around her room as she tried to stop the tears that wanted to fall out of her eyes. No way will any man make her cry again, not now, not ever.

I wait until Rouge looks at me, and when our eyes meet, I say… “I, Cassandra Lopez, reject you, Rouge Anderson, as my Alpha and my mate.” An extreme pain takes my heart, and I have to hold my chest tightly for support. Rouge did as well as his eyes widened. Our eyes both mirrored the pain that we feel. “Is this what you want? I, Rouge Anderson…” Before he could even finish his acceptance of my rejection, I took my luggage and walked away, never turning back to the house that was once my safe haven.